EZRA
You let out the lowest appreciative growl as she rakes her nails across your skin, Mort than happy to let her be a little rough. A little- until safewords and boundaries are set up. You're not a newbie, and you've been in enough, ah, tight situations to know better than to go in underprepared.The walk is taken in pleasant silence, with you taking time to gently caress her arm, blowing soft kisses against her face when she seems willing, nothing more than ghosting breaths, a gentle and inviting tease. The house itself is, like okay, as far as houses in this shithole go, but you make a mental note to take her back to Luca's place next time.
Not that there will be a next time. Noooope. You're not that kinda sucker. No sir.
She turns and smirks, and you smile back, your brown eyes never leaving hers. "Gorgeous," you whisper, a playful grin on your face as you reach out to push back a lock of her hair, your own falling over your shoulder. You aren't sure how she wants to do this yet: usually you like to let them lead (read: you're the biggest fucking sub this side of the sun), but you've had a few who needed more guidance.
Leaning down, you let your lips linger somewhere near her ear, close to ghost her skin, an old trick but a good one. "Well then, Ocean Eyes, what'll it be?"
isn't it lovely, all alone
heart made of glass
my mind made of stone
